Idiolexicon: 6/25/2007


Amanda Chiado

Better Technoboosts

She had a bionic arm attached
for good luck, in the name of rabbit’s
feet and pennies, dirty and run over.

          We grow like light bulbs, pregnant.
          Lights out in time, flip and shatter.

So what do you mean she
got a bionic arm? Who got
a bionic arm?
Shush and I’ll tell

          you. I am not being secretive, I am
          being largely poetic, big bulb.

And the arm? She needs to feel
new, electrified and dehumanized.
She’s had her love drive surgically

          displaced. The technology arrives
          in cereal boxes, prizes like microchips

when inserted provide for a light de-ja-vu
free of medication and other dark glasses.
And she has received this technoboost

care of Yes Maaam, I Have Arrived Magazine.
She feels better without. That’s right, better.



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